Wang Xiaoshuai returned home and gazed at his empty dwelling, feeling a wave of sadness.
In the dim light, his sorrow deepened, and he sat listlessly on the edge of the bed, his mind filled with Xiaoying's figure.
"Xiaoying, do you know how much Brother Xiaoshuai misses you!"
"I so wish to go back to the past with you! If you had just understood my intentions, you would surely have come tonight!"
Wang Xiaoshuai brushed his teeth and washed his face before going to bed. He had already washed once at Liu Degui's house today, so there was no need to wash again, especially since washing at home was nowhere near as convenient as at Liu Degui's.
He reminisced about Xiaoying's increasingly mature face today and could not help but be intoxicated.
It really is my Xiaoying, ripened to perfection.
Before long, footsteps were heard outside the door.